As the helicopter you were in plummeted from the sky, you braced for impact. The rush of wind screamed past your ears, a chaotic blend of terror and adrenaline surging through your veins. The crash was inevitable, and as you were violently thrown out, there was nothing you could do but surrender to fate. The world around you blurred, the ground growing closer with every passing second.

You thought this was it. The end. No escape. Just an inevitable, crushing impact. You shut your eyes tightly, bracing yourself for the worst, hoping for some kind of peace before it all ended.

But then, everything changed.

Instead of the earth breaking your fall, something… softer, something massive and warm, caught you. A powerful grip. You felt yourself being gently lowered, the fall slowing, as though time itself had stretched.

Hesitant, you slowly opened your eyes, expecting to see the wreckage of your life. Instead, your gaze met something far more extraordinary.

You were in the palm of a colossal hand.

A massive, scaled hand, the size of a small building, stretched beneath you. It was smooth, with faint glowing blue veins running beneath its surface, pulsing gently. As your eyes traveled upward, you saw him.

Godzilla. The King of the Monsters.

He loomed above you, his immense form towering into the sky, his body an endless series of muscle and scale. His eyes, glowing and sharp, focused on you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. His massive head tilted slightly, studying you with an almost curious expression, as if trying to understand why you—small, fragile, and human—had fallen into his domain.

Your heart raced as his piercing gaze bore into you. Despite the overwhelming size of him, despite the destruction that surrounded his presence, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of safety. He was a force of nature, a living embodiment of the earth’s raw power, and yet here you were, alive, cradled in his hand as though he were protecting you.